Onsind
Scenes From A Shit Italian Restaurant
I took a drive tonight
I drove past all the houses of the friends I had in school
And it was sad
12 years of hard learnt lessons in an hour seems so cruel
It took an awful lot of courage, but I smiled on my way back
One big housing estate, one thousand cul-de-sacs

I’m not the sort of person to get impatient when needlessly delayed by the traffic lights
On a frosty evening, you take it steady
'Cause to go like that would just be trite

Faulty speakers kill the lower frequencies
Reminds me of the tape deck that we tampered with that night
But today the photos fade like my affinity
And the songs that last the longest mean the least

So here’s a doll, and here’s a map, please point to where she touched you
Point to where I touched you and then where you want to go 'Cause there’s petrol in the car, and I’m in that sort of mood
A chance to relearn all those stupid songs we used to know
Like the one about the two old friends who end up going off to war
A broken hi-fi spewing tired analogies, and nothing more

Faulty speakers kill the lower frequencies
Reminds me of the tape deck that we tampered with that night
But today the photos fade like my affinity
And the songs that last the longest mean the least
Some old song comes on the radio
A song that’s kitsch and meaningless that everybody knows
So between you and me, this means nothing
And between you and me, this means nothing